Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Technova. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.